A/N

So. . . Here's chapter nine. . . enjoy, I guess. . . .

This takes place in January once Donald Trump is officially president.

And Suartis4life please try not to murder me.

~Shatter.

Chapter nine.

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I glanced at the sky,
And I couldn't see the sun,
The thick clouds blocking the light.

I couldn't see the light,
All my hope was gone,
My kids, my only Sunshine's,
Were being torn away from me.

Of course, some stayed,
And to them I'll be eternally grateful;
They're the reasons I never gave up,
Gave in,
The ones that stayed.

My brother, born of hate,
Caused war,
Caused pain.
My children chose,
Him or me,
Some chose me,
And some chose him.

The pain in my heart too much,
The hope in my soul, gone;
I had to do what was needed,
But how could I do that?

They betrayed me,
They left me,
I got them back,
But not all of them.
I killed my brother.

I had my reasons,
I had to save them,
But why did I have to kill him,
My brother?
It caused so much pain,
I feel forever guilty,
To Matthew,
To my children,
To Confederacy.

There's always been one thing
I want to say.
But now it's too late to say:

"I'm sorry."

This poem was written shortly after the civil war. During the Civil War, America felt as if his heart was slowly being torn in two. The pain from physical injuries never matched that, even when he got shot. Multiple times.

He had to save his children. But why did he have to kill Confederacy?

~°Flashback°~

America was in front of an army of soldiers, the states of the union standing shoulder to shoulder next to him. He looked at the enemy side.

A man, the same size as America, but wearing a grey uniform instead of the blue colored one that America war.

Behind thew other man, there was also an army. The confederate states stood shoulder to shoulder to each other at either side of Confederacy.

It pained America to see all those states that had switched sides standing next to his brother. He needed to win this war. For them. For the Union. For himself.

But this was his brother. He hadn't known his brother for long, but maybe he could convince Confederacy to give up. . . .

During the Civil War, the personification was referred to as Union by the states on either side to avoid confusion. In the future, he leaves this name in e past as much as possible, but if he ever talks about the Civil War with the states, he would use the name Union. But, considering the name and just talking about it brings back painful memories, it is a rather sore topic in their family, so they avoid that topic as much as possible.

Anyway, back to the flashback.

Maybe he could convince Confederacy to give up. And they could live happily, right? Without any more deaths.

Yeah right.

"Give up, Union!" Confederacy called. "You are already beaten!"

"No I am not!" Union yelled back. "I am not beaten as of now. Neither of us will be until the end of this battle today!"

"If you won't give up, then so be it," Confederacy said. "Prepare to be defeated!"

And with that, Confederacy and his army charged.

The armies clashed, blood was spilled, screams were heard. The horrors of war, things that no one should have to experience. Blue and grey uniforms stained red, friends and enemies collapsing with pain filled screams, sounds of gunshots, the smell of gunpowder, once green grass now covered by bodies and blood.

And in the middle of it all, the two brothers fought.

The two brothers leveled their guns and aimed at each others.

"I'll give you one more chance to back down, brother," Confederacy shouted over the sounds of battle.

"Never," Union growled.

Confederacy repeated what he said earlier. "So be it, brother, so be it."

"You are no brother of mine," Union said. "Not after what you've done. You started this war. You took my children away. You have no right to call me your brother."

A gunshot. Then another.

Blood.

A gun falling from the hands of a brother.

A scream that pierced through Union's heart.

He dropped his gun.

He ran to the body.

The man in the grey uniform, blood seeping through it, the face filled with pain.

Union kneeled next to him.

This was his brother, after all.

Confederacy's breathing was ragged, as one would expect from someone who just got shot twice in the chest.

Union was horrified by his actions. This was his brother. And he had shot him. Twice. How could he ever forgive himself?

He never would.

Confederacy glared at Union. "Union," he said. "Listen now and listen well. I will not die today. My body may fade for now, but as long as there are people in America that believe in what I stood for, I won't ever truly be gone."

Confederacy glared up at Union, and upon seeing the other's face, felt satisfied that he had made his point to the other man.

Confederacy's glare lessened as his face slowly paled from blood loss. He rested his head on the ground and looked up at the cloudy sky. The sun setting behind the clouds made it appear as if the grey clouds were bleeding, much like Confederacy was right then.

Confederacy looked at the sky and muttered his last words, just loud enough for America to hear.

"You will remember me always," Confederacy whispered. "Whether you want or not."

He released a shuddering breath, and he didn't say anything else. He breathed no more, moved no more. His eyes were open, staring at the cloudy sky, but he would not see it again.

~°Flashback End°~

America would never forget that day. Just like all the other things that he would never forget. America had been through more than anyone gave him credit for. He had experienced just as much, if not more, pain that even some of the oldest nations.

America knew that Confederacy's final words had been true. He would still be alive as long as people still believed in what he stood for. And America had never forgotten him.

But now, especially with a president like the one that they have now, America feared another Civil War.

He saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned to see what it was.

He saw a man, identical to himself but in a grey uniform, faded like a ghost.

Or rather, unfading.

A/N

Please don't murder me Suartis4life!!!

Anyway, I updated sooner today.

I'll update again tomorrow if I can.

Sorry again, Suartis4life!!!

~Oliver.